Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Cameo,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.